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It's the middle of his Algebra class when his phone buzzes, soft and discreet in the pocket of his pants and Adam twitches faintly in surprise at the sensation. For a moment he ignores it, but curiosity has always been his greatest sin and so when the teacher turns away, turns his attention to the whiteboard he slips a hand into his pocket, pulls his slim phone out. His code is a familiar pattern and hitting the notification is easy enough and so he doesn't really think before opening snap chat, trying to look discreetly down as he presses Porrim's familiar screen name.

As soon as the image loads discreet goes out the window, Adam choking softly, his knee slamming into the underside of his desk as he lets the shot close. He should have expected something like that, it's Porrim after all. He's just lucky the teacher doesn't look back, though there's a few glances from other classmates and Adam can practically feel himself giving it away, cheeks burning. The way his phone buzzes from where it's slipped between his legs doesn't help either and he finds himself cursing his teenage male hormones for not the first time this year.

He's more careful this time, though he breathes a small sigh of relief when it's just a text, a demanding, bathroom. it's only polite to return the favour. loading and Adam suppresses a groan. He almost thinks of ignoring it but she knows he opened her image, and he knows if he doesn't respond she'll just keep texting and as soft as the buzz is someone will eventually notice.

The fact that he can feel himself starting to get hard isn't helping either.

Coughing softly, half to clear his throat, half to get attention he tries to look innocent as he queries the teacher, "May I get a pass?" The man seems a little put out at the request but he nods anyway, waving a hand and Adam slips from his seat carefully, snagging his bag as he leaves the room. Only then does he slip his phone out, fingers quick as he types out a response to Porrim.

You know I'm at school, yeah?